Boutiques

Faded so badly that the reds have turned to pinks, this sign used to hang on the back side of our inner-city church building. The Farmer's Market hadn't met in that parking lot for about 10 years but the sign remained. Until I spent a year inquiring at various city offices as to how I could get that sign. Wouldn't you know it, the week I received permission to take it home, my sweet old sign was stolen right off the church wall. I still drive by sometimes during the week and peek around back, hoping against hope that I'll find it hanging there again.